The Book Of Lies [Editing]

Chapter 7 -- The Day In The Life Of Charlie Lyar

Chapter 7 – The Day In The Life Of Charlie Lyar

Note: This is dedicated to suffering_in_silence because she’s one of the most supportive people ever, and everyone should know someone like her c:

Charlie’s P.O.V.

I’m feeling pretty smart today, and not only in the terms of the way I’m dressed currently. I haven’t ever been inside an actual school, much less sitting at a desk inside one. I wasn’t sure I was ever even allowed to lie my way in here like I did, telling the principle there was a new student exchange program and there was no way I could head back now, even if the dozens of emails sent had mysteriously not made it into her email. Now I could say that this was all just business, trying to attain back the memories of a certain girl.

Speaking of this “certain girl”, I should have the exact schedule as her. Just a little more of my silver tongue doing the work, getting the same schedule as she did. I did arrive earlier than the bell, escaping from the crowd of girls who were trying to “make me feel as welcome as possible here in my new school”. The actual classroom was the last place they’d ever look, catching up with their old friends in the hallway. Obviously I didn’t have anyone to “catch up with”, so I decided to take in the new environment. I was in Alora’s homeroom, so I made sure to sit near her usual spot.

The classroom was nice, ordinary, and empty. There were the usual cabinets and stray books including a neatly stacked bookshelf, as well as the teacher’s wooden desk which was quite small in my opinion. They had a regular whiteboard with dirty dry erasers and cheap markers with little ink. The board was dirty and smudged with marker, the floor was full of scratches and marks, and random eraser bits sat atop on wooden desks put around the room in rows. I ran my finger along a countertop by the side of the classroom, my finger coating with dust as I let my finger trail there until I reached my seat. I blew the dust of my finger and watched it fly off before taking a seat, patiently waiting. After being an angel for almost an eternity, waiting was something I can do some more of. I watched the time on the clock tick, as the shuffling of feet began at the doorway of the classroom and some people began to enter, one by one. They were still early, but maybe they were done with their little part of socializing and decided to go to homeroom 3 minutes earlier. Our teacher now sat at her desk as well, waiting for the other students to finish filing in, just as I was. She was middle aged, not too fun, not too boring kind of type. Not strict, not carefree, but all in all, she was the tolerable type.

‘Ms. Olson’, her nametag read. I studied her face, trying to remember if I could recall some of her lies.

Ah yes, she was the one who lied to her ex-boyfriend and a few other teachers working here since she had hooked up with the gym teacher. It was all very sweet, so very Romeo and Juliet, but still, it made me see her in a somewhat more different way than a “goody-goody” teacher.

As I was recalling some lies, apparently I was oblivious to the fact that my main target had just sat down beside me. Her brown hair brushed my forearm and my cheek as she sat, filling the empty space beside me with a presence sensed by heat and a warm hazelnut smell. Shampoo maybe?

“What. Are you doing here?”

My thoughts on her nice-smelling shampoo have to wait, because it appears that she’s the one wanting information now. She had said it in a way that if words could kill, they would be slashing right through my throat. Expression was deadpanned, but I could tell she was more than a little irritated.

“Whatever do you mean? I came to see you of course!” I grinned from ear to ear, sincere at first sight.

Some people glanced our way, chuckling and whispering back to their friends. Looks like I just started a whole chain of rumors. Alora surely noticed.